The Grinch Wasn't All Bad

It has come to my attention that I need to move because the city I live in is driving me insane. Why? Let me tell you. I live in a city nestled really close to the ocean. A paradise! Things really got kicking here around the 80's when the population exploded. It went from a tiny town to a city of 80, 000, not including the outskirts. The outskirts puts it at about 105, 000. However, since the 80's our roads have not changed at all. There has been no road updates within the city itself. We are using a city plan that was meant to accommodate about 40, 000 people. Now, whenever anyone drives anywhere it takes an incredibly long time. For instance, yesterday it took me about 15 minutes to drive 4 km. There are about 30 red light intersections in a distance of 17 km. Most of the time you do not get though the light changes the first, second or third time. I am not a big city girl!  Anyway, this rant is pointless. It is a stupid rant and a first world problem. But dear god, I want to move here. 

But really, all this ranting is just because I feel so stressed. And tired. Am I going to hate Septembers for the rest of my life or only the next few? 

It is not just September. It is everything including the traffic. The lights hurt my eyes, dept piles up, sometimes my work drains me and I don't always have the opportunity to recharge. I don't know...it is just LIFE, you know? It just gets to be too much and it seems so redundant to write it all down. As a society, what have we got ourselves into? Why does life have to be so busy? It is not like I have a lot going on. It is just all the shit. The fucking rabbit we are looking after that should have been picked up on Monday and there is sawdust from one end of our house to the other. It is my camera breaking and having to do 27 steps just to get it repaired. It is Revenue Canada needing shit from 2008. It is going all the way to Target and they literally do not have one nightie out with long sleeves.  It is going to Sears and being charged almost $100.00 for two nighties made in Bangladesh. (I put them back. I refuse to support outsourcing and people in 3rd world countries working in deplorable conditions. I would really like to know how much the worker gets paid for a nightie that costs $46.99. A few cents? Now that is just wrong.) It is my kids not wanting to go to their dad's because his new wife can be unkind. It is also my kids not wanting to go to their dad's house because he can't get his shit together to buy them beds so they have to sleep on couches. It is my son feeling overwhelmed and anxious. It is my husband retiring this week. It is my step-daughter still not talking to me even though I have never shown her anything but love. (I so want to be part of her and her baby's life. I send all sorts of care packages over but have yet to even be given a thank you.) It is the price of gas, the most expensive in North America. It is the price of food. It is feeling like crap all the time. It is trying to find a good book to read that doesn't make my soul ache. It is the 7 flies in our house right now and one just landed on my beer. (We never have flies!) It is the constant noise. It is sleeping but never feeling rested. 

Really, I think the Grinch wasn't all that off while sitting all alone on Mt. Crumpit. It got to be too much for him.

And with that, I am going to have a hot bath then go to bed. Because it all starts again tomorrow. 

I will leave this on a happy note. Since seeing my Naturopath I have lost 8 pounds without even trying. All the supplements are starting to work.